A/N Song for this chapter: The Day We Choose to Die Epic Dramatic Strings - Powerful Atmospheric Orchestral Music Mix
Chapter 14:
Not Meant to be A Hero
Brunhilde's gaze was cold as steel and just as impenetrable. Not a single emotion was shown on it, no anxiety, certainty or hate. It was all a blank mystery. Almost distant, not that anyone could blame her for that.
2 heroes lost in a row, how terrible.
Next to her, in complete opposition, Göll was bouncing on her feet, fidgeting with her clothes and continuously darting her eyes around, anxiously waiting for what came next.
The crowd was similarly anxiously awaiting the next round to come. The gods were boasting to each other, every single one of them recounting the exact same events they had all seen, all of them trying to show off how confident they were to each other and trying to outdo their comrades.
But it was all a facade and one that could easily crumble because they, in their heart of hearts, knew a dark truth.
They weren't invincible or almighty and bled like any living mortal under the right circumstances. Humanity's previous fighters had humbled the gods and showed them that the gods were righteous in their decision to exterminate them.
Humanity was bickering among themselves, trying to theorize, console or laugh with each other. Some told jokes, some pessimistically declared their own demise prematurely and others just waited in silence.
Everyone was waiting. Waiting for something to happen.
And then, it did.
Footsteps. Wet footsteps, each step creating a loud splosh.
The arena up till then had been darkened by shadows, presumably to clean up the damage from the last fight and reset the stage.
The footsteps continued until finally the lights in the stadium lit up and the crowd was silenced.
The arena was entirely gone. Previously it had been a standard Greek stadium, used for millennia and planned to be humanity's final ground, but now it had been replaced by a silvery substance.
Another footstep created a splash and created a ripple that spread across the entire surface.
Heimdall took another step, dragging it out to create a louder splashing sound that was drawn out.
"Witness, Gods, Witness, Humanity." Heimdall spoke slowly and carefully, almost at a normal level but his voice was amplified so that every being in the cosmos could hear it clearly. His footsteps continued to splash. "We are at the fourth stage of Ragnarok. We've witnessed the Devil of Humanity tear through Humanity's Father. We saw the angel Lucifer break the most courageous Hero. And although Iron Man caused the gods all to blink, he fell to the weapons of the gods and their creator."
Heimdall came to a stop at the center of the arena.
"For the fourth bout both fighters requested the same arena. A lake, not deep enough to sink but enough to hinder anyone but them. But at the end, this water shall be coloured red…" Heimdall spread out his hands. "Fighting for Humanity is this man."
All eyes turned to the gates.
"He was born under a broken oath from the gods…" The water started to stir around, waves began to grow. "He didn't ask to be a hero but Fate had other plans."
The waves grew even more restless, turning the previously still water into a roaring ocean. Above the arena flashes of light broke through the clouds.
"He beat the Minotaur when he was only 12 and since then has faced almost every monster and against all odds came out on top!"
People turned their heads upwards as they saw something coming from above.
The figure above was now becoming clear. It was a black Pegasus that flew across the storm that had gathered above the arena. Riding the mythical was a person wearing an orange coloured shirt and Greek armor over it.
"HE HELD THE SKY AND DESCENDED TO THE DEPTHS OF TARTARUS. Like a current he takes you by surprise and nothing can stop him, be it a Hydra, a Minotaur or the Lord of TIME himself!"
The Pegasus landed on the water and dropped off his rider before flying off.
Standing in the middle of the swirling storm was a young handsome looking man. He had black hair and sea-green eyes, a small smile played on his lip as he watched his steed fly away.
The water swirled around this Greek warrior, spraying the water everywhere yet the hero remained completely dry.
"HALF GOD, HALF HUMAN HE IS HERE TO SHOW THE GODS OF OLYMPUS AGAIN WHY THEY ARE WRONG."
Humanity's hero twirled around a pen in his hand. He popped the cap and it expanded into a bronze sword.
The smile grew to a smirk as he pointed the Riptide into the air and let out a roar.
"FIGHTING FOR HUMANITY IS PERSEUS JACKSON!"
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Percy Jackson let out a sigh. Of course they would get his name wrong. Still, he had to give a strong show. Humanity's fate was once again riding on his shoulders.
Ahead of him the gods stared at him, some with disdain, others with something that could be called glee and some even with respect.
Percy peaked behind him. Humanity cheered him on but amongst the crowd, a few were shouting louder than anyone else.
Percy's heart warmed when he saw the campers from Camp Half-Blood. Their orange color was noticeably in the crowd of humanity, and in that crowd he spotted a pair of gray eyes, she was cheering him on but her eyes were already focused on what would come next.
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"One heck of a Hero for humanity I would say," Heimdall said.
Suddenly the water became still again, losing all its waves and energies and turning into a smooth mirror, the storm dissipated and instead a ray of light was cast from the heavens down to earth.
"But the next fighter would disagree."
Heimdall put the horn to his mouth. "Ancient stories tell about a woman who lives under the mystical waters of a lake."
From the water rose a figure shrouded in water and a white veiled dress. The water didn't ripple, move or stir in the slightest.
"Stories tell that this woman chose a boy to be king."
She had fiery red hair and gold coloured eyes. They held a calm to them that was almost uncanny.
"Stories tell about a legendary sword."
From the water rose a long sword. Its design was flawless, the blade's elegance radiated from its divine metal. Runes were engraved on the side of the blade and seemed to glow.
It floated above the water before a pale hand wrapped around its hilt.
"A weapon with no equal in all of creation. Forged by the Fae and with the blood of dragons. A weapon said to be blessed by every god and held only by the most righteous."
The woman looked at the sword with a melancholic look. She appeared blind to the audience.
"After the king passed she waited for an eternity, but in the end no one came. No hero could wield the blade that marked a king."
After passing the sword through her hands, caressing the blade slightly, she held the massive blade to the sky with a single arm. Her gaze sharpened and the blade began to buzz with energy.
A bright white beam of light shot out of the sword and split the heavens into two.
"Today we are witnessing history, people. After forever EXCALIBUR shines again!" Heimdall pumped his fist into the air.
The gods awed and oohed upon this beautiful sight.
"THIS IS THE LADY WHO CROWNS KINGS. THE GUARDIAN OF AVALON AND THE FINAL WIELDER OF EXCALIBUR."
The water reflected the light into all directions and created an infinite fractal upon the lake's surface, casting the entire arena into the heavenly light.
"REPRESENTING THE GODS IS THE LADY OF THE LAKE, VIVIANE!"
A/N I've had this image in my head for such a long time. You know how we used to think up scenarios about our favorite characters meeting and stuff? This entire fanfic is the result of me still doing this after far too many years.
I hope you all enjoy this still because I for sure am just thrilled when I see these scenes.
Place thine bets, Leave a comment and I'll see you all when there will be Bloodshed.
-CaptainMoonShine-
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Shadow Joestar (I think Tony Stark tried his best and managed to do something that would almost seem impossible)
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